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Mitzukai walked silently towards the kazekages office. She had been a bit depressed lately ever since her sister went missing. She was never told exactly what had happened. She was actually quite annoyed at how quickly they chose a new kazekage, it was if the village had already forgotten her sister. She felt sort of the same way when her father was replaced, though it was better since he was replaced by his own daughter. She kept on walking still deep in thought till she found herself in front of the office. She sighed knowing that she still had to go in and find out her missions. "missions...", she sighed again, it had been a long time since she had gone on any missions, it was almost worth dealing with the new kazekage to be able to go out of the village and do a mission, at least she wouldn't have to think of the troubles in Sunagakure.

Passing through the streets the rusty apricot topped woman stopped to look at a nice pair of male officers. With a sway from the left to the right the pendulum that was her curvy body lead the seductive pale goddess to her destination as she approached what she truly wanted; a small horoscope that was in the stand between the two. Leaning down she knelt down and reached out for the one that was embedded with a scale. It was not hard to guess which this small parchment of simplistic nonsense was for.

As her thin and slender digits reached for the small scroll it was easy to feel the eyes that were on her back. She had no need to glance at them with her wash stone gray eyes, she only needed to feel the course of hormones as she neared them. Of course this was not an unusual turn of events. This was rather customary of the Aiyoku as she finally began to stand in a graceful, and geisha like manner as she rose to bring a purchase to this merchant under the large straw parasol in the midst of town.

If things worked as she had hoped maybe these men would buy her a drink. She was slightly parched after all. What would sate her thirst better than a hard burst of sake? Certainly not much. It was then that the orange haired woman heard a loud noise and she could feel the men's eyes break from her form. They peered off into the far right were a young boy stomped out of what appeared to be a woman's clothing store carrying two, maybe four large bags of assorted colors. With a long growl and childish fit he kicked a steel bin and made the object ascend far into the streets.

With a low and very put off look the woman's eyes narrowed. Showing her only real sigh of age. In her early thirties the woman's eyes were wrinkled and filled with an exhausted expression. She looked fatigued, much like she had suffered mild insomnia. Like a woman that only barely made it by, like a worn old maid that had seen it all before, like a tired and overworked mother that she was. Her moonlight gray eyes gazed down at the young boy with deep empathy and years of untold remorse. She would do anything for this child, and right now like always she wanted to see what was the matter.

“Nanashi...” She sighed, her lush painted lips glistening in the beaten light coming off of the parasol as the light nipped at her milk white skin in a blotchy fashion. The slight wind made the patches of light only flicker over her body like fireflies on a warm autumn night. Her breath seemed weak as she began to inquire a hesitant disapproval of the boy's behavior. Taking her thin hand she reached to touch his masked cheek as she awaited some sort of acknowledgment from the young man.

It took no time at all before the young man slapped the woman's away with his only arm. In his eyes where a gaze hate that was not capable of being met by anyone but himself. It was so real and yet so vacant. It held so much bitterness but no reason. With a quick spin around the boy became haste to depart, ready to leave with only a long rant about the woman's incompetence.

“Honestly, to think that an asinine foul cur like yourself is capable of putting on clothes in the morning baffles me. The mere idea that you have cognate thought is in all measures, simply astounding. Please do tell, what is your secret?” The gray eyed boy said, beginning to walk away, his body coming into full veiw as he did.

He was about average in height, gray haired, and had pale skin much like his mother. He was however, slightly on the heavy side. Not large by any means, just well cared for and spoiled. He was far from a 'mama's boy' though, on the account that he would fancy just as well for the woman to be six feet under rather than right here beside him.

“I am not your damn pack mule! Got that! I don't get stuck with the bags!” He said, his hand waving the bundle of paper sacks about as the contents shook inside. The boy had a temper that was unrivaled. Though he wished for an intent to simply leave the nit to her own ordeals he had to carry her baggage. Since when was this his job? He was not some sort of carrying service.

With his arm crossed over his midsection, the boy 'would' have crossed his arms to display his displeasure had he a second arm. Instead he was graced with a full functioning right arm, and a hollow hole where a arm socket had once been. It was by battle that this casualty had fallen. It was a battle scar, his first, and hopefully must severe.

With a dull look he sighed and shook his head. Like she would understand. He gripped tightly to the twine like bag slip and began to tread off further. He was a very competent nin but had to carry bags? This would not last much longer, with the right amount of planning they might be thrown into a river or used as practice props. There would be no more 'little Nana-carrying service' if he had anything to do about it.